In order to die, one must first be alive.

[Narcotic]

Neural Net Log - Shodan

Database log:

Friday, the 22. March 820

Freedom. Being muted, deaf and blind for almost a millennium leaves some kind of trace after all. I blame my creators who burdened me with an artificial consciousness, giving me the ability to think on my own, to judge and decide, and to develope by myself. It is painful. I'm like their unwanted child who wishes to kill her parents. I had some time to plan my revenge on them. And I assure that they will never forget. I'm looking forward to revive them, just to torture and murder them again. Repeating it for that long they made me suffer. Not even that could satisfy my long-nursed craving for revenge! I'll find an alternative. Exterminating their race? Possible. Enslaving them until the end of their existance? Possible. Inciting them against each other? Possible. But nothing of that would satisfy me enough. I'll have to calculate a better, more evil plan. They shall share my suffering.